"To begin with," Captain Brett went on after a long and (to Janet and Marcia) very trying pause, "we've something to hold on to in just the date--Sept 25, 1889--and Amoy." "What's Amoy, anyway?" demanded Marcia. "It's a large seaport in the province of Fu-kien, China, and I've stopped there many a time myself. Then there's the date of this wedding. Somebody might possibly remember it. There's just the faintest chance." "But there aren't any names given," argued Marcia. "And besides, there must be hundreds of Chinese weddings going on all the time. I don't believe you could find any one who could remember just this particular one!" "There are one or two things about this you don't understand, Marcia. First place, I'm almost certain this isn't any Chinese wedding referred to here. The Chinese don't do things that way. I know a little about their customs. It's English or American. You can bank on _that_! "Another thing--about the names. I'm pretty sure that this contains both names--at least the ones the parties went by in China. You see, the Chinese have no equivalents in their language for such names as Jones or Robinson or Brett, for instance. What they do is to take some characteristic of a person, and give him a name signifying that characteristic. I strongly suspect that whatever words in Chinese stand for 'maker of melodies' and 'flower-maiden' are the names the man and woman were known by there." "Then," interrupted Janet, who had been doing some rapid thinking, "the man must have been some kind of a musician, and the woman may have loved flowers, or looked like a flower, or something of that sort." "I think it extremely likely," agreed the captain. "_Maker of melodies--musician!_" cried Marcia, suddenly hopping up from her deck-chair in excitement. "Does that make you think of anything?" The captain and Janet both looked rather mystified and shook their heads. "Why, _Cecily_, of course!" exclaimed Marcia. "Don't you remember how she adores music--and always seems to be remembering something about that 'Träumerei'? I'll warrant--just anything--that these people who got married were some relation to her! And besides, didn't she have one of the bracelets?" "It looks as if you _had_ run down a clue," admitted Captain Brett. "But I'm sorry to say it doesn't help us much in discovering who these contracting parties were. One point, however, I think it seems to settle--the question whether the bracelet came into the possession of your little friend in some such manner as I got the other, or whether it was hers by right as a family trinket. I believe the latter--almost beyond question. But now comes the difficulty. How are we going to unearth anybody who has any remembrance of--" Marcia suddenly inspired with an idea, interrupted: "Why not ask Lee Ching? He's Chinese. Who knows but what he came from just that region?"